I don’t go out to ‘restaurants’ very much these days, I’m more at home with cafes after a good walk. There are some where I will go out of my way to visit, one being the local privately owned Garden Centre ( here ) where I can feed my plant addiction as well as my food addiction. One of my acid tests for a good eatery is the quality of the coffee, and Dundry coffee is second to none.

More recently we went to a Cotswold pub which is these days a pub/restaurant. So a notch up or two from the normal. How can you tell? Well if they claim to have an executive chef then they have pretensions to be a restaurant. We were meeting friends there and it was indicated to me by home management that I should wear my restaurant trousers. The pair at the back of the wardrobe feeding the moths as they have remained still for some time.

When we got there the choice was to eat inside or out. Out was by a soft flowing river in the shade so should have been perfect, it was yet another very hot day. Seating was at standard picnic tables, the wooden bench sort, service was non existent in that you had to go into the pub and order at the bar , then tell them where you were sitting. I had fish and chips, which was fine but was £19.00, the cheapest dish on the menu. Does anyone choose steak and chips at thirty four quid? I could n’t face a dessert and no-one else was having one so it was just coffee all round. They had no coffee machine, the only coffee was filter. No thanks.

Frankly I think the whole thing was unworthy of restaurant trousers.They are back with the moths now.